"Tsk...it smells so good. Am I dreaming?"

Before Yan Erni could speak, Sun Zhaocai woke up on his own.

This guy has a dog nose and never lets anyone bark when it comes to food. He can always find something to eat by himself.

"I'm not dreaming, drink quickly."

Although Sun Zhaocai was relatively easygoing, Yan Erni still felt sorry for her man. Seeing her man suffer this, she couldn't sleep well last night.

"It smells so good. It's better to be my wife."

Sun Zhaocai's eyes were filled with excitement.

Yang Jun: "Now that I know my wife is well, why did I go there earlier?"

This guy not only beats his children, but also his wife. He usually vents his anger on Yan Erni.

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong. I will be kind to them and my son in the future, so just let me go."

Yang Jun raised his middle finger and shook his head: "No, no, no, people like you will never repent from the bottom of their hearts. You just said that because you can't stand the pain."

"Uncle Yang, I really know I was wrong."

Yang Jun waved his hand, turned around and went back.

After returning home, Yang Jun washed up and went to eat.

After eating, he went to work.

When he came to the office, he finished his official duties first, and then took the people out.

Arriving at a courtyard with three entrances, Yang Jun stood at the door and looked at it for a while, then Doro Xiaojun said,

"Just don't go in, I'll go in alone."

"Yes, uncle."

Then, Yang Jun walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Lao Yang."

There was a sweet cry, followed by a gust of fragrant wind, and a fashionably dressed woman threw herself into his arms.

This person is none other than Meng Wenya, who is now the general manager of Wenya Electronic Imaging Company.

The company was established two years ago and is now quite large. It mainly deals in electronic products, such as watches, radios, cameras, recorders, etc.

Her company does not have a production line and mainly contacts Huang Yani from Hong Kong City, who is responsible for the domestic market.

She was a enterprising woman and couldn't stay idle at home, so Yang Jun asked her to come out and do things.

Yang Jun put his arm around her waist and pinched the fat on her body.

"What are you busy with?"

Meng Wenya let out a sweet cry, rolled her eyes at him, and said shyly, "I'm taking stock of the warehouse."

"Oh, how is business lately?" Yang Jun asked.

"Don't mention it, business is very good."

When it comes to business, Meng Wenya always talks about me.

This woman has a strong desire to make money, and when it comes to business, she talks clearly.

"I underestimated the purchasing power of people in Sijiucheng. As for big things worth a few hundred yuan, I buy them as often as I want without even blinking an eye. Now I have to buy them every day."

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.

After the reform and opening up, the inland economy developed rapidly, and the existing materials could no longer meet the needs of the people. All kinds of industries sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Many materials were sold out as soon as they entered the market, so that there were strange things that needed to be approved.

Things happen.

As soon as Huang Yani's company's Hong Kong goods entered the mainland, demand immediately exceeded supply. As soon as the goods arrived at the port, they were immediately taken away, causing many buyers who paid deposits to cry.

"Isn't that great? You have made all the money." Yang Jun said with a smile.

Meng Wenya curled her lips and said: "It's so good. No matter how big your family fortune is, it's useless if no one inherits it."

Yang Jun laughed when he heard this.

He pinched her chin with his hand and said: "I came here today to solve this problem. In the future, you don't have to worry about no one inheriting the family business."

"You're not sending your son to Guanyin, how can you solve this problem?" Meng Wenya didn't believe it.

"Oh, if I don't count Guanyin as a gift, who can?"

Half a month ago, Yang Jun secretly asked the doctor to remove the anti-inflammatory measures. After two weeks of recovery, he has now fully recovered as before.

"Really, Lao Yang?"

Meng Wenya knew about Yang Jun. When she heard about Yang Jun sending his son Guanyin, she immediately became concerned about Yang Jun like a child.

"Of course it's true. I came to you today just because I wanted to try it with you."

"Lao Yang, you are so kind."

Meng Wenya kissed him.

"Cough...cough..."

A violent coughing sound was heard, and the two of them quickly separated.

The visitor is Meng Wenbo, Meng Wenya's brother. He has resigned from the design institute and is now an engineer at Wenya Electronic Imaging Company.

"I said, uncle, why are you like this? Don't you always pretend not to see things like this happen? Why do you deliberately cause trouble?"

Over the years, Meng Wenbo has gradually accepted the facts, and has acquiesced in the nondescript relationship between Meng Wenya and Yang Jun, but he has always been unable to get over the hurdle in his heart. Every time they meet, he doesn't know what to say.

Quite embarrassing.

"Ahem...how come the big boss is free to inspect today?"

After so many years of contact, he has gradually become familiar with Yang Jun's way of speaking. You must not treat him like a green onion. The more serious you are, the less Yang Jun will dislike you. He likes to fight and fight.

People who make jokes.

"Inspection is nothing, I'm here... wu wu..."

Yang Jun was about to say that he was here to see off his son, but Meng Wenya covered his mouth.

"Brother, Lao Yang is here to see me. I have nothing to do with you here. You can go and do your business."

Meng Wenbo looked at his sister, who was almost thirty, and sighed secretly.

Being with Yang Jun in such an unclear way, with no name or status, what would I do for the rest of my life if I didn't have any children.

He glanced at Meng Wenya, who was focused on Yang Jun, and sighed: "You guys should hold on tight."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, I plunged into the warehouse.

After he left, Yang Jun asked Meng Wenya.

"What does your brother mean?"

Meng Wenya glared at him, then crossed her arms and said coquettishly: "My brother meant it literally."

"Then what are you holding on to...what are you holding tight to..."

"Want to know? Come on, I'll tell you when I get home."

Afterwards, the two drove out of the warehouse and returned to Meng Wenya's home.

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In the evening, Yang Jun came out of the yard refreshed.

He feels that this time it is much smoother than before, and the amount is large enough, so he believes that the chance of winning will be greater.

After returning home, he did not go into the yard immediately, but went to see Sun Zhaocai who was tied to a pillar and shivering from the cold.

The weather was quite cold today. I didn't see the sun all day, especially from night to dark, when the temperature difference was even greater. Sun Zhaocai's face turned purple from the cold, and his teeth made a rattling sound from the cold.

"Uncle Yang, I really know I was wrong, can you please spare me this time?" Sun Zhaocai said tremblingly.

Yang Jun put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked around him twice.

"Where did this go?"

"The time is only half over, just wait and see."

Sun Zhaocai said bitterly: "Uncle Yang, I was really wrong. If I dare to hit my child again in the future, how about you double the punishment?"

"Do you really know that you are wrong?"

"Uh huh huh!"

Seeing that Yang Jun's tone was somewhat relaxed, Sun Zhaocai nodded crazily.

"Well, it's good to know that you made a mistake and don't do it again next time."

After saying that, Yang Jun turned around and went back.

"Hey, Uncle Yang, please put me down."

Yang Jun turned a deaf ear.

If you make a mistake, you are wrong. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Do you think you can avoid the punishment by saying you are wrong?

After returning home, Yang Jun went directly to the table to eat.

The weather was too cold, so I drank a lot and ate a lot of white noodles. On the table were several large bowls of stews, including cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli, potatoes and eggplant, and so on.

Yang Jun waited for his hands to warm up before he started to eat in earnest.

"Jun'er, your brother's house and car are almost ready. Look at the money..." Wang Yuying looked at Yang Jun hesitantly.
To be continued...